RAW HUMOUR! Mr. Hyena Shafts Serial De-toother for Two Hours, Loses Wallet
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My home is fully packed these days since my 12-year old daughter and Yasmine’s relatives who all study at Mengo SS are in holidays. For the last few days, I have been going back home early to have supper with them and this has forced me to always leave very early in the morning for my ‘business’. However, this was not the case.
On Friday my life was put at stake by a de-toother. Last Friday, I got a shock of my life when I went to my usual hunting grounds to look for the bearded meat. I drove from Nakulabye through Wandegeya and finally parked at some ka bar after searching in all those bars of Nakasero.
Here it was like there was a funeral since music was low and the whole bar was boring as it had few revelers practicing social distancing. When I inquired why the situation looked different, one guy responded “don’t you know 2025 has been tough year?” when I sensed that the night was likely to be a flop, I headed for Wandegeya to make ends meet. I entered the supermarket to buy CD’S, you know my ways.
A certain good looking babe found me picking them from the counter and tapped me as she rolled her come-to-bed eyes. Suggestively, I greeted her, “hi, you seem to be familiar could we have met before?” I inquired. This caught her attention; you know how gold diggers can equally be cunning. She replied “most probably, you seem not to be new to me,” she replied in a good accent as she moved closer to me.
As usual, I immediately asked her whether she is single; she paused as she probably thought about what to tell me. “Silence means yes,” I told her while I looked straight into her eyes. She put on a wide smile that sent my boxers bulging. I told her that I wanted to make her my girlfriend and probably marry her. She laughed ironically, yet she didn’t say no! I wanted to take her somewhere in Nakulabye but she refused and suggested that we go to Sheraton. “I can’t go to Sheraton because I don’t want to meet my former lover who works there,” I tricked her.
Of course I never wanted to foot the bill of Sheraton yet I was not even sure whether she would even open her thighs for me. I ended up taking her to some Restaurant around . She ordered for two shots of Zappa and gulped them without closing her eyes. I got shocked but I could not give up. She ordered for some food and ate like she had been starved for decades.
“Where do you work?” I asked her. She pulled her chair and started caressing my hand with her smooth fingers. “I am a student and I offer IT at Makerere University,” she told me. You know I am always inquisitive especially when I meet a person for the first time. “Oh you do ICT, we actually need you people as Uganda is still in the early stages of advanced technology,” I confused her. “Don’t get me wrongly, I have not told you that I do ICT,I do IT. We disagreed when I tried to tell her that there is no difference.
My question worked for me because I understood the person I was dealing with. “Let’s talk about our lifestyle,” I suggested. “What do you do in this town,” she asked me “I have just come back from the U.S. currently I am a business man and I rarely come to Kampala since I am based in there,” I deceived her.
After listening to that, she ordered for more drinks hoping that there is enough dime. I did not have any problem because she looked high class and I wanted to intoxicate her as I wanted her to gush out as much El-nino as possible. “I hardly ever sleep with men but tonight I want to thank you for all you have done for me,” she said.
I got sex-cited and dipped my fingers in her Kandahar straight away, only to find that she was already wet. I badly wanted to ‘cane’ her painfully and compensate myself for the dime she had drunk my magnetic fingers made her throw her legs in the air as if her Kandahar was developing a volcano ready to explode. She pulled my head and planted my ever dangling tongue in her mouth and we seriously swapped saliva. When the hotel management intervened, I booked a room and suggested to her that we shift to the room. Although she seemed to be very tired, I supported her to the room not knowing that she was not very tipsy
On entering the room, I just couldn’t wait to bed her! She touched me in a way I have never experienced with any other woman. I started feeling as if I was on planet Mars. Before putting off the clothes, she faked a phone call that she was needed at home. Here, I almost lost my nerve as I recalled how she had de-toothed me. But being a gentleman, I at first retained myself and took it easy.
However, after some few minutes as she was in the washrooms, the rioting gologo could not allow me to leave her disappear like that. From the washrooms, she found me counting the money I had in the wallet. On seeing the dime, she changed her mind and put off the bra to expose her sharp pointed boobs that sent me crazy. Like a pole dancer, she removed her short skirt while dancing erotically. I quickly put on a CD and grabbed her like a chicken thief and ‘planted’ my monster whopper into her with an aim of making her feel pain.
For the first time, it took me two hours to finish but after the exercise, I was so exhausted that I slept for more two hours.
She silently woke up in the night, put on her clothes and disappeared with my wallet. On waking up for the second round, I only found the door open; I realized that I was diddled. I put on my clothes and went to the parking yard for Yasmine’s BMW. I gave the security guard some few coins I had in the car and drove home safely because I had fuel. I request my readers who are close to Yasmine to keep this a secret since I am very sure she stopped reading my sex-capades in Red Pepper.
Till then, I remain Yours Truly, The Mighty Hyena.
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